The triangle-eyed Daoist was no match for Old Daoist Liu. How could he dare face the edge of the flaming talisman sword head-on?
His face went pale as he hurriedly pulled a black cloth banner from the Mustard Seed Bag at his waist and frantically shook it.
"Ding-a-ling~"
The bells on the black banner rang.
The next instant, an inky black radiance abruptly rose from the banner, as though the entire thing had been shrouded in a layer of black light. The moment the surrounding townsfolk looked at it, they felt dizzy and faint. Their faces whitening, they hurriedly averted their eyes before recovering.
Whoosh!
The flaming talisman sword shot forward, while the black light on the banner transformed into an inky shield before the triangle-eyed Daoist.
"Clang!"
The talisman sword struck the black shield. Yin energy churned within it, while layer upon layer of strange, ghastly ghostly silhouettes seemed to writhe across its surface. Especially after the flaming talisman sword collided with it, shrill ghostly howls rang out one after another, so piercing that the townsfolk in the distance covered their ears.
Raging flames slammed against the shield, making the black barrier shake violently like a churning water surface. It looked as though it could shatter at any moment, hanging by a thread.
Beneath the shield, the triangle-eyed Daoist's face was deathly pale. His eyes were fixed on the barrier, his lips trembling as he prayed without cease.
Perhaps his prayers had worked. The ghostly figures within the black shield visibly thinned out, until only a scant few remained. The shield itself became so thin and transparent it was nearly invisible, and even the bells on the black banner had dimmed.
Though the expenditure had been immense, he had finally blocked the Evil-Slaying Talisman.
At this sight, pain flashed